The bug fighter landed on the waste seashore and we stepped out. The Human-Controllers kept their Dracon guns ready for shooting. A short walk away there was a black limousine waiting for us. The Visser started to morph into a human, and I followed his example.
"Has everything gone by the plan?" Visser Three asked when he was finished his morph.
"Yes, sir. The actor boy, Jeremy Jason McCole, is on the yacht which is waiting you in the harbor. On the yacht there's also hidden a small Yeerk pool, so McCole can be infested just after he's signed the contract", assured the Human-Controller on the driver's seat. I didn't look at him, but the other Human-Controller sitting next to him. He clearly tried to hold back laughter.
This time the Visser noticed the same than I and, as usual, flew into a fury.
"What are you grinning at!" he yelled and grabbed the Controller onto his collar.
"I… er… well, I… erm, you see… er, Visser, maybe you should… I mean… dress up", the Controller stuttered with his face white. "And Jill should, too. You can't walk among humans if you look like that."
Visser Three let go of the Human-Controller. He apparently deliberated whether the Human-Controller should be killed or let live this time. In my opinion, the Controller had been right. Humans nearly always wear clothes, maybe because they don't have proper hair. They also seem to want to keep some parts of their body covered. That's why I and the Visser had tight form-fitting morphing clothes, but the Human-Controllers have told that they're not enough to walk publicly. I have never understood why a bikini or shorts aren't enough, but I believe Human-Controllers know it better.
The Controller sitting on the driver's seat saved his mate by throwing clothes to me and the Visser: a black collar shirt, black jeans and black leather shoes for the Visser and a tight red top, black jeans and high-heeled shoes for me. We dressed up while our bodyguards watched around. Then they opened the doors of the limousine for us and we jumped in. The driver drove the car by a narrow sand road to the highway.
I looked at the Human-Controller sitting next to the driver, and then Visser Three, but it seemed like he had forgotten his last fit of rage. He started to go over his plan with me and the Human-Controllers.
"So, we'll drive straight to the yacht. We're waited there by a dozen of our people, including that one whose host is that movie producer. And, of course, there's that boy there, what was he called…"
"Jeremy Jason McCole", the driver helped.
"Oh yes. It depends on him, how long time this will take. He can sign the contract today if the things I say about The Sharing go over him so well as they should. In other case we must spend the night on the yacht. Have you eaten today?"
We nodded.
"Good. There isn't a place for a host on the yacht", the Visser said. "But if McCole is so stubborn –or if the producer doesn't do his share in assuring him- that he hasn't signed by tomorrow evening, I won't wait any more. I'll make him a Controller in force if I have to."
I smiled to Visser Three and he answered the smile. His version of a human smile is cold and artificial, but oh so sexy. The Visser apparently sensed what I was thinking, because he suddenly asked me sharp: "Do you want to suck?" I nodded excitedly. The Visser opened his black trousers and I satisfied him with my mouth, there on the backseat of a limousine. Luckily the car had dark window glasses.
We arrived at the city. I noticed people gave their attention to us, stared and pointed. Especially one young girl, with black clothes, bright orange scarf and dark tangled hair falling under her black hat onto her shoulders, seemed to watch us attentively. Our bodyguards kept their guns ready for shooting anyone who would make too sudden move towards us. As we were coming closer the harbor area, the yacht could already be seen: a big, white, streamlined motor boat with the name Daybreeze on its bow.
As the limousine stopped in front of the dock, six gun-carrying humans jumped out of the car parked next to it –no, they were Human-Controllers, I recognized them as Visser Three's regular bodyguards on the Earth. I and the Visser didn't step out until they and the Controllers with us had taken up a formation outside the limousine. We walked to the yacht surrounded by them.